Silver Filigree
by Elinor Wylie
The icicles wreathing
On trees in festoon
Swing, swayed to our breathing:
They’re made of the moon.
She’s a pale, waxen taper;
And these seem to drip
Transparent as paper
From the flame of her tip.
Molten, smoking a little,
Into crystal they pass;
Falling, freezing, to brittle
And delicate glass.
Each a sharp-pointed flower,
Each a brief stalactite
Which hangs for an hour
In the blue cave of night.
I’ve been in bed sick all weekend. I either have a very bad head cold, or I have the flu. I feel like shit, and I can’t stop coughing. No work for me today, I’m just going to the doctor.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. (KJV) ( Isaiah 9:6 )
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace! What do the names for the Messiah mean to you? Write them down and prayerfully meditate on them. Let God reveal more of His nature through the glorious names of Jesus!
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